Het interieur van de ziel
Slow down, let the outside world pass by
Time ticks back, it follows it’s own rhythm
We are trapped in a place that follows it’s own path, a space that breathes a sweet breath, it’s infinite
The portraits are staring, they whisper a language that is long gone
A life of the past that must not be forgotten
The space lives it’s own dance
The steps of the red staircase crack, the sound of footsteps in the distance
Does this place really live? Whom gave it it’s whispering life?
A vague desire for nostalgia in the future arises
Function on set:
Gaffer
Client name: Jillian Veenendaal
Date: 2017
Link: http://www.jillianveenendaal.com/portfolio/het-interieur-van-de-ziel/